Event Private Wouldn't you like to see something strange?

Luke had just stepped out of the shower, his hair was disheveled and out of his eyes for once. "I should probably get a hair cut." He thought grimly to himself. Luke shrugged and set about preparing for a nice, relaxing study session. The ball was most likely gearing up to start, as the dorms had been nearly empty for a while now. He was at peace, his boots and jacket were off to one side. Without all of his heavy clothing on, it was painfully apparent just how thin Luke was.

Luke caught sight of himself in the mirror and sighed. He'd never be able to put on muscle mass like his older brother and father. He more closely resembled his mother, slight frame and hair color, when it wasn't dyed of course. On top of studying, Luke had created a small alter on his desk, the candles were lit, and a small offering of bread was placed before it.

Of course, it was nothing like the alter his mother had created back home for such holidays, but it was better than nothing. "The air is strange.." He said to himself absentmindedly. Luke shivered, although he was perfectly warm. This holiday was always intimately personal for each household. Luke shrugged to himself once again, and straightened his solid black T-shirt. "Now then, to start on studyi-.."

The distinct sound of knuckles on wood drew Luke's attention to the door of his dorm. Warily, Luke removed his bracelet and allowed his mind to scan the area. The emotions emanating from beyond the door were strangely familiar, although the nervous air about the person was an intense shock to Luke, who nearly began to worry himself despite being perfectly fine.

Luke quickly closed the gap between his bed and the door and turned the knob. Upon opening the door, his eyes widened in shock at an immaculately dressed Kaz.

"K-kaz?! What are you doing here?!" Luke said, in equal parts shock and awe. He caught himself as his eyes roamed over how well dressed Kaz was. "No. Bad Luke. Focus." He mentally slapped himself, Luke was so engrossed in the fact that Kaz was actually standing in front of him, that he forgot his current attire, consisting of socks, a T-shirt, and shorts. Something that would normally mortify Luke, if he was caught in such a vulnerable state.

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Luke smirked slightly at the comment about Samhain. Normally if Kaz had come over during Alfablot back home, no one would've answered the door due to the intimate nature of the holiday.

Although on the other hand, Luke just about died. Someone wanted to go to a social event, with him. Willingly. He was so preoccupied with being dumbfounded that he missed the slight change in the other boy's appearance. However by the time he had tuned back in, all was normal once again. Luke's mind had gone into overdrive as it tried to come up with various responses to the situation at hand.


Someone who he had met quite literally by accident, was now standing outside his dorm room and was asking him to go somewhere with him. He couldn't find the correct words, so his mouth decided to take matters into its own hands. He blurted out a sentence in rapid Norwegian, Luke then blushed as he realized what he had just done. He attempted to compose himself, and then responded more slowly, in English this time.

"I-I'd love to go with you..but I'm not sure what I should wear.." He said sheepishly. Yes, he had a suit from home stashed in his closet, but as for a mask, he only had one option. An option he dreaded with every fiber of his being, as it meant he had to rely on a gift from his cousins. Luke bit his lower lip in concentration before he decided upon a course of action. "Well..I can throw something together..I-I just don't want to take up your time..with waiting for me to get ready and all.." Luke trailed off quietly, his eyes finding the floor very interesting just then.

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Luke blushed furiously as he put two and two together. "He's happy..to go with me?" The idea was totally foreign to Luke, who had spent the majority of his life as either a tool to be used, or that one kid who no one ever seems to remember. "Y-yeah..my family celebrated Alfablot in Norway..it's kind of like Samhain.." Luke trailed off, lost in thought once again.

He mentally slapped himself as he realized he was still holding the door open, and Kaz was still sitting outside. His mother would have been mortified at his lack of hospitality, even if Alfablot was a holiday that waved the basic rules of hospitality.

Luke sheepishly opened the door wider and gestured for Kaz to come in. "I-I'll be right back!" He stammered as he was now painfully aware just how "under dressed" he was. Luke darted into his room and retrieved the suit his mother had sent over along with the few other possessions he owned, as well as the intricately made mask of darkened glass. It resembled the wings of a Raven, spread in flight. Luke carefully took both the mask and his suit, and then darted across the main room to the bathroom.

It only took him a moment or two to get dressed and all sorted out, although he was very nervous about the entire idea of being surrounded by people all night long. "Quit freaking out, you're fine." He muttered to himself in an unconvincing manner.

Steeling his nerves as if he was about to charge a line of armored nights, he slid the mask on, and stepped out into the living room. His suit was jet black, with dark gray feathers superimposed on the fabric. His cousins had thought it was a wonderful birthday present at the time, even if they both were well aware Luke didn't do formal events.

"Well..how do I look?" He asked Kaz, questioning why the other boy's opinion mattered so much to him.

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(I feel bad for throwing this wall of text at you x.x)

Luke blushed furiously at the praise. It was the first time someone had actually complimented him without the intent to drag him out of a bad mood. He wasn't sure how to handle it, he muttered out an uncomfortable "Thank you." Once again fixing his eyes to the floor. He had a hard time believing it, after all, he wasn’t exactly the most stunning person on Earth.

Luke bashfully plucked at his suit, before tentatively bringing his eyes up to look at Kaz. “I-I’m just glad I found something this quick..” He mumbled before his eyes once again dropped to the floor. Luke wasn’t exactly sure why he felt so inept today. He chalked it up to the energy in the air, or that he was just having an off day.

Luke fidgeted in place before he settled on biting his lip in concentration. He nearly missed Kaz’s words as he revealed one of the most beautiful things Luke had ever seen. For once in his life, Luke was caught off guard. His eyes widened in surprise, and he gasped. He took a hesitant step forward, and then stopped.

“I-is that for me..?” He asked, almost as if he was afraid the answer would be yes. Luke still couldn’t comprehend what would compel someone to go to such lengths for him. Even if it was just supposed to be a mutual “get out of the dorm room” night. He shook his head slightly, and managed to pull himself out of his inner monologue long enough to answer Kaz’s next question.

Luke stared for a moment at the unusual shape of Kaz’s ears. However he quickly recovered and began to speak as if he had not noticed anything. “Alfablot is..” He paused to collect his thoughts before continuing. “It’s usually celebrated with your immediate family..and normal rules of hospitality are ignored. It’s an intensely personal thing. Talking with your ancestors and all…”

Luke trailed off as his mind strayed into memories of days gone by. Silent evenings spent with his family honoring those that came before. “It can be strange to some.” He said with a soft chuckle. Luke shrugged and occupied himself with bashfully tapping his foot against the carpeted floor.

Luke was enraptured. He was still on cloud nine when Kaz had begun speaking again. He shook his head to clear his stray thoughts and then focused on what he was being told. He'd never understood the somber attitude several cultures took to death. It was part of the natural cycle of life, sure they might be gone, but they'll always be living on in another sense of the word, life.

"I've heard stories about Samhain..but I didn't think people still celebrated it." Luke mumbled, his eyes still locked on the boutenier he had received from Kaz.

He listened as Kaz told him he grew up in a rural area, and what took place on nights such as this one. Luke wasn't particularly phased by it, his father had been very religious, and had taken Alfablot very seriously.

Luke grinned back, despite trying to remain composed. "If people knew that half the things on this Island were real, they'd be in for a real culture shock." He said quietly. At Kaz's prompting, Luke nodded.

"Y-yeah, I'm kind of excited.." Luke said in a quiet voice. Which in itself was odd, as excitement wasn't a feeling Luke was used to feeling when confronted with many people in one area.